i thanked my last smartphone in Magic of Tidying Up induced tearful mania then crushed it with a small boulder. weirdest dreams ever as my brain went ohno there went my backup how does physical space work. since ditched pc, ereader, internet, and finally flip phone, going paper purist for 4 months. typing this now on an olympically defunct 3g numpad phone so listen up. it's a cruel lie that living without the stuff is hard. taking the plunge will take months and leave you weeping in the shower. or maybe i have a mind that naturally reacts strongly to it idunno nobody like that here right. the part that can take weeks of stressfull time work is deleting accounts. digital detox whoo sure great but imagine the freedom of having nothing to return to. all the Kondo insight maps over: does this device, login, file, data in the cloud somewhere bring me joy? my digital closet had millions of identifiable objects, taking up no less space for being virtual. there is aversion in the ambiguous task each represents. gonna drop social media? gotta at least consider you might need that squash recipe burried in chat. glance over every app and service you use and ask how do i live without it -and- where do i find the time and wheelbarrow to get myself out. more saliently, which of the people on the other side do i say bye to or ask for more intimate contact info? the dauntingness of unknowns can only be faced with the will to exit. the only ultimate fate of the unrefactorable is deletion. if you're even a little concerned about the tools you use robbing some magic alternative future for yourself, dont detox, switch.
